ARGHH...
Having to tidy my room was hard enough before I got ill.
Now it's, almost, impossible.
I, not only have POTS, have back problems, an ankle problem, asthma and allergies. Mixing these with tiding my room. That is a recipe for disaster.
After 2 minutes of tiding I get light headed (or as I call it, Floopy), after 5 minutes of being crouched over I'm in agony and after 7 minutes trying to put things away on a high shelf I fall over from floopy-ness, back pain and my foot giving way.
Why does my body gang up on me?
I vote for a 'Body Part Exchange Program' or as it will now be known... BPEP - Which is a nice thing to think about for two reasons;
1- We'd swap the parts of our bodies that hurt for ones that don't
2- It's telling you to 'BPEP', in other words; Be Peppy
:)
Oh, the wonders of my mind and the rubbish it comes up with.
P.S. Maybe a tidying up robot is closer on the horizon. (I must look into that.)
*huggle* for everyone
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